A novel teeming with flesh-and-blood characters, the whole society of London in the springtime of the nineteenth century coming to life before our eyes, the time for tears and the time for laughter of a beautiful young woman-this is the marvelously moving story of Pamela Summerfields.
The year is 1837 and she is eighteen, just the age of Princess Victoria, who is expected soon to become Queen of England . She has begun a completely frank and intimate diary in which her sharp pen spares none of the great or fashionable whom she observes, and skips no pang or confession of her own as she falls in love, first with one man, then another.
A lavender-and-old-lace romance? Hardly. This is a Victorian thriller with a real difference, and it leads to the revelation of a stunning secret. As Pamela herself puts it: "Who could have foreseen the terrible event of last month, and its even more terrible effect on our country? How could I have dreams of Mama's startling disclosure; of sister Phoebe's fate; of brother Willy's unexpected behaviour; of the courtroom drama I would witness; of the scandals that would surround me; of constables invading the sanctity of our house to make an arrest; of pistol shots in the dead of night; of plots and poisonings; of suicide, of the loathsome horrors that festered behind that padlocked black door?...And love: who could have predicted its deliciousness, its radiance,-or its crushing disappointments and betrayals?"
A novel teeming with flesh-and-blood characters, the whole society of London in the springtime of the nineteenth century coming to life before our eyes, the time for tears and the time for laughter of a beautiful young woman-this is the marvelously moving story of Pamela Summerfields.
The year is 1837 and she is eighteen, just the age of Princess Victoria, who is expected soon to become Queen of England . She has begun a completely frank and intimate diary in which her sharp pen spares none of the great or fashionable whom she observes, and skips no pang or confession of her own as she falls in love, first with one man, then another.
A lavender-and-old-lace romance? Hardly. This is a Victorian thriller with a real difference, and it leads to the revelation of a stunning secret. As Pamela herself puts it: "Who could have foreseen the terrible event of last month, and its even more terrible effect on our country? How could I have dreams of Mama's startling disclosure; of sister Phoebe's fate; of brother Willy's unexpected behaviour; of the courtroom drama I would witness; of the scandals that would surround me; of constables invading the sanctity of our house to make an arrest; of pistol shots in the dead of night; of plots and poisonings; of suicide, of the loathsome horrors that festered behind that padlocked black door?...And love: who could have predicted its deliciousness, its radiance,-or its crushing disappointments and betrayals?"